Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

The Gods Are Just, And Of Our Pleasant Vices Make Instruments To Plague Us.

Come Give Us A Taste Of Your Quality.

For What Is Wedlock Forced But A Hell, An Age Of Discord And Continual Strife? Whereas The Contrary Bringeth Bliss, And Is A Pattern Of Celestial Peace.